Tag creative writing
I consider myself a good writer and teacher. At the heart of both is the hope and the belief that I can share information in such a way that can ignite the good, strong, and beautiful in those whom I… Continue Reading →
It may sound kind of strange, but I’ve never bought into the idea that mental health is an “either/or” proposition. I don’t think it’s realistic to suggest that mental health is a goal; to do so would assume that someone… Continue Reading →
Today’s the first official day of my venture into the “Book in a Month” system. According to the program, I should write a one sentence summary and fill out what’s called a Story Idea Map, as well as, write the… Continue Reading →
I’ve begun writing a new book that I am entitling, The Teacher. This book is a transformation story in which the protagonist “finds” his truth amidst great struggle and grief. Now, I haven’t gotten very far, but to aid me… Continue Reading →
I saw these horses on the way home today and they seemed so sad behind the barbed wire. In this series of three pictures, They seemed to be saying in the first (as one horse nuzzled into the other), “I… Continue Reading →
A few nights ago, I saw this spider between my fence and my trash can. It was about 9 PM when I first saw it; when I got home it was about 4 PM. The web hadn’t been there when… Continue Reading →
i walk while detritus at my feet frames shards of broken lives that reflect a cubist distortion of what I could be bottle twists and pipe puffs could’ve scattered me among dead sagebrush and forgotten dreams but i ignored the… Continue Reading →
may be just a house yet it resonates with and through me… adobe bricks and mud-plastered walls contain sounds and smells that echo in me as well haven’t lived there in years but really, i’ve never left this house and… Continue Reading →
the sun is setting on who you are and what you want with a goodbye kiss the light will fade and dreams will dissipate within the days last mist but there’s still time and light to guide and chart… Continue Reading →
When she looked into his eyes, she wanted to believe in them. She wanted them to fulfill their promise; over their years together, she heard several different versions of the same lie. Sure, there were always different words. But his… Continue Reading →
